Where do I begin?

Where do I begin?
Do I thank thee? Praise you?
Bow before you, dance before you?
Celebrate? Surrender? Rejoice?
Do I weep in your presence, shout in triumph, whoop for joy?


And if i should contemplate,
Do i think about your love?
recoil in horror at the agony you endured, the anguish you bore?
Shall i climb, once again, the mount with you, and feel your pain searing me too,
or shall i simply allow myself to be swept away in the vast and gracious tide?


Perhaps I shall do all the above,
for to the cross you nailed all that's above
and now reign above.